Last Breath - Chapter 13
"Mmmm." I mumbled sleepily as I pushed myself further into Taylor's warm chest. Wait a minute. Is Taylor in my bed? I opened my eyes puzzled. Sure enough he was lying there in my bed, his arms wrapped tightly round my waist, making sure I couldn't move even just a few inches away from him. His left leg was draped over my right leg, and sort of pinning it down, but softly. He didn't need to worry though. Cause I defiantly didn't want to move even a millimetre away from his perfect body. He looked like an angel. Peaceful and perfect. He was my guardian angel. Watching over me. Making sure no one could hurt me. Protecting me from pain, and showering me with love.
His brow wrinkled, and he pulled me even closer so that every inch of my body was in contact with his. He started breathing a little heavier.
"Don't you dare hurt her?" He mumbled in his sleep.
"Nooo!" he screamed. His eyes snapped open, and he was hyperventilating.
"Shhh, its ok." I whispered. I wriggled up the bed so my face was level with his, I pressed my forehead to his while twiddling with a strand of his hair. He closed his eyes and tried to catch his breath. Once his breath had returned to a normal pace, he opened his eyes and smiled softly.
"What happened?" I asked, still twiddling with his hair.
"I dreamt you were missing. I was so scared, but no one would listen, cause no one else cared. And when I found you. Your kidnapper killed you. It felt so real. I couldn't live if you died. I would simply kill myself." He sighed looking deeply into my eyes.
"Well I'm here aren't I?" I smiled before gently placing my lips against his. For a few seconds neither of us moved. We sort of just hovered, our breaths mingling. I closed my eyes and moved closer to him. He smiled against my lips and our lips began moving in sync. I licked his bottom lip, which made him smile again before he eagerly opened his mouth. My tongue slipped into his mouth I gently massaged his tongue with mine. He moaned quietly from the back of his throat. He pulled me even closer, so that we were practically squeezing against each other. My body was tingling. My heart was beating so hard it was threatening to escape my body. He rolled over so he was on top of me. He placed one of his hands on my hips, and the other on my cheek. I lifted my head slightly, trying to kiss him deeper. He kissed me harder, pushing my head back down against the pillow. A moan escaped from my mouth. We parted gasping for air. I rolled over so I was the one on top of him, I lay my forehead on his, and stared into his eyes.
"I love you Taylor. More than anything. I would do anything for you. You are my life. My everything." I whispered and closed my eyes.
"I love you too. You are my world, my entire universe. My reason for living" He whispered. His sweet breath blowing against my face. I smiled. I placed a soft kiss on his soft lips, before rolling out of the bed and heading to my wardrobe. I glanced out of the window quickly. The sun was beating down fiercely. So I pulled out a plain white tank top and a pair of dark blue high-waisted, denim shorts, with 3 golden buttons on the front. I quickly grabbed some clean underwear, kissed Taylor lightly on the cheek and skipped to the bathroom. I set my clothes down on the side of the bath, and climbed into the shower. As the warm water sprayed over my body, I closed my eyes. I smiled as my mind replayed various memories of kissing Taylor. The images flicked through my head. Our first kiss, the kiss down a back alley in town, (a little stalkerish) the kiss in the rain. The kiss in my bed. I heard the bathroom door pop open. But I didn't dare open my eyes, I didn't want to loose the beautiful images that were playing in my head. I felt someone climb into the shower behind me, fully dressed and wrap their arms around my waist.
"Hello Taylor." I smiled.
"Hello sweetheart." He replied, placing his head on my shoulder. Great so now I was standing naked in the shower with Taylor. I could feel his clothes beginning to get wet, and they were sticking closely to his body. I turned to face him and smiled. He bent forwards and kissed me, with so much force I felt like I couldn't breathe, as though he was extracting the oxygen from my lungs.
